<i>Everything about Lilith—her touch, her scent, her heat—ingrained itself in Bianca, intoxicating the darker femme in a licentious fugue. Perhaps it was the residual tingling that afflicted her buds when Lilith tugged upon them or the heady fragrance that suffused her senses when she invaded the redhead’s personal space but Bianca relished the reactions she elicited from her companion. They were an aria Bianca desired to keep on repeat in spite of the challenge that Lilith taunted her with. Her companion was as reactive as herself, and it was a trait that Bianca found irrevocably erotic. Lilith’s body was the keys of a piano, seducing Bianca into playing a sinful sonata with each note she provoked from her. Dancing her fingers fluidly against Lilith’s core, Bianca curled and thrust her digits within her companion, seeking to affect the pale dame like how she affected her. <br/>
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Whilst her fingers were submerged in the slickest and rawest crevice of Lilith’s figure, Bianca tended to the other woman’s glossy pearl with utmost dedication. Her flavor was unearthly delicious, spurring Bianca to scour her tongue upon the rosy nub in hopes of stimulating her enough to ooze more of her ambrosia. The devotion the biologist exhibited in her affections dithered when Lilith returned her ministrations in small yet powerful doses. Feeling herself parted and exposed, she was no longer able to conceal her bare and dripping need from the other femme, her nethers visibly clenching in response to the sultry breath that caressed her. It resulted to a desperate whimper from the biologist, prompting Bianca to slide her knees further apart until her sex lowered atop the vixen. That whimper was exacerbated to a guttural groan when Lilith finally, finally, used her tongue on her gash and her rosebud. Tremors besieged her slender frame at the visitor’s actions whilst she added another finger within Lilith, a consequential effect of arousal and embarrassment, and doubled her efforts in feasting and fingering the redhead. For not even her ex-husband dared to sample anything that wasn’t vanilla.<br/>
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The novelty of it all sent Bianca teetering on the precipice of her climax.<br/>
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 “Doctor.” An ethereal—garbled?—voice that certainly didn’t belong in Bianca and Lilith’s world of flames and twilight reverberated omnisciently about her. It was almost as if she was listening to it underwater. “Doctor?”<br/>
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It was off-putting; her focus upon Lilith and the carnal sensations enveloping were beginning to  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">m i s t</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">a n d</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#404040">b l u r . . . </span></i><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">________________________________________<br/>
<br/>​</div>“Dr. Leighton? Are you awake?” That distorted voice was replaced with a solid and somewhat robotic speech that Bianca recognized once the fog in her mind dissipated. She gathered her bearings and groaned disgruntledly to make her state of awareness known, her eyes still shut. Fortunately, Area X’s AI, Jarvis, acknowledged the lazily feral sound and projected the live feed of the cloudy deserts of Colorado Plateau outside the facility on the blank wall adjacent to her bed. “I believe you’ve overslept, Madame. It’s ten oh eight in the morning. It’s a cloudy morning today with predicted scattered thunderstorms and rainshowers across the area. No signs of break-in last night. Your agenda for today includes—”<br/><br/>As Jarvis enumerates her tasks for today, Bianca steadily roused herself from her grogginess, tossing and turning until she found the willpower to sit up. The blue-green sheets that formerly blanketed her pooled about her hips and revealed her nude torso. Her umberous skin glowed with a thin film of sweat, her nipples still stinging and her womanhood undoubtedly drenched, whilst the pace of heart gradually returned to its regular beat.<br/><br/>It was one of<i>those</i>dreams again, the types that left her aching and enflamed once she awakened. Bianca had been having these recurring dreams—nightmares?—during the past two weeks, and it only grew worse in each passing day.<i>But were they dreams though?</i>The biologist didn't find any evidence that indicated that it was anything but unconscious reveries. Security cameras were trained upon Lilith at all times; she never left the cube. Besides, Jarvis would alarm her if the demon escaped her cell just like it alerted her when Lilith set foot in the compound all those weeks ago. Yet in spite of these revelations, the dreams always felt so real, so visceral, that Bianca felt she was actually awake and committing these…<i>these depravities</i>. One way to dispel these doubts and ensure that she wasn’t violated in her sleep, the brunette always reviewed the security footage of the night before once she was at the labs.<br/><br/>“Jarvis, please bring up last night’s security footage.” Bianca instructed the minute the doors parted for her entry in the lab that housed the cubes, her morning ablutions completed and her person groomed and garbed appropriately. Her pumps clicked alongside the whir of the artificial intelligence that processed her request, the tails of her white lab coat breezing behind her. With a steaming cup of coffee in hand, its scent wafting in the air, the sole biologist in the building sought to discover the truth in these lurid nightmares.<br/><br/>The pristine white laboratory, which also counted as her entire office, encircled the rows of cubes that lodged the cryptids the Armed Forces managed to seize. Presently, two creatures dwelt in those cubes: a docile, gray chupacabra and an imposingly seductive succubus. Bianca strode past them silently on her way to her destination, yet her dusky irises lingered on the demonic humanoid of the two beings. The demoness instilled a dangerous fascination in the biologist, tickling her scientific nature as well as alluring her neglected libido once her human disguise faded into her true form. It kindled thoughts of how Bianca could use such deceptive abilities for the UNBuD's advantage and of how Lilith's victims fell for the illusion.<br/><br/>“Here you go, doctor.” Jarvis chimed once Bianca reached her station, a state-of-the-art workspace cluttered with tablets, documents, and an empty box of doughnuts she made herself. “All was well as usual, madame. No disturbances detected.”<br/><br/>The glass screen before her displayed a fast-forwarded video clip from when she slept up until she awoke playing side by side with the view of the occupied cubes’ interior. As expected, nothing of note happened, affirming Bianca’s beliefs that everything that transpired was all in her head. A major part of her was thankful whilst a small and completely insignificant part of her resented it. It was an understandable sentiment, though. Bianca knew that something was going on, her eyes once again glancing at the demoness, but she had yet to pinpoint what.<br/><br/>“How about the containment fields, Jarvis?” Bianca questioned despite knowing what the English-accented AI whilst she sipped her beverage, her gaze affixed on Lilith in the security footage. “Any signs of breach?”<br/><br/>A pregnant pause, then an answer. “None, madame.”<br/><br/>The AI’s answer mustered a sigh from the brunette. There was always<i>nothing</i>. If there was anything that irked the biologist, it was unanswered questions. The legend of the succubus had been around since the story of Adam and Eve. Bianca pored over the lore of the creature once Lilith was captured, leading her to the conclusion that the root of everything that was happening to her during sleep was because of the succubus in the lab. Yet the containment fields were supposed to prohibit every form of power, so how was Lilith bypassing it?<br/><br/><i>Or perhaps it’s all just my pent-up desires and fantasies seeping into my subconscious?</i><br/><br/>Frowning, Bianca advanced towards Lilith’s cube, her coffee still in her grasp as she stood before the cell. With one hand on her hip, revealing a dress, which was plum in color and mid-thigh in length, that accentuated her curvatures and flaunted her lithe legs, the biologist scrutinized the redhead with pursed lips and cautious eyes.<br/><br/>“You’re creeping into my dreams, aren’t you?” Bianca accused, wishing for an answer that would keep her sanity intact. Those dreams weren’t her own—they were planted, fabricated.<i>Weren't they?</i>“You need to stop.”