<strong>Lilith, at a Table with Doctor Mephiston</strong><br/><br/>Lilith could only nod as the good Doctor spoke. She found herself suddenly incapable of speech ... a rarity, for her. Which would've puzzled her, had she had her wits about her. But she didn't. Instead, she found herself burning with an inner heat, yearning to be touched, held, groped, fucked ...<br/><br/>The lovely young inventor, already mewling incoherently from Mephiston's fingers groping and pinching her breasts, sat down in the booth gratefully, already feeling light-headed and exhausted. She barely noticed the man moving beneath her skirts ... until she felt her panties moving down her thighs, and Mephiston's hot breath between her legs.<br/><br/>"Mmmm ...<em>yesss</em>..." Lilith hissed, a desperate urgency filling her voice. She gently put a hand down on her skirts, resting it on the Doctor's head. She spread her legs further apart, wantonly exposing herself to him. "Fuck me ... fuck me with your mouth ...<em>please</em>," she stammered, barely able to keep herself in control. Sighing, she lazily began to pinch one of her nipples through the fabric of her dress, loving the delicious warmth what was starting to fill her body with such sinful pleasure. "I need your tongue ... your mouth ... I ... I ... I need to cum ..."