Lilith's aura of desire suddenly exploded, becoming almost tangible in Elizabeth's bedroom.
The Queen stood motionless, her golden eyes turning completely hazy as an image so intense it was almost painful began to play in her mind.
She imagined Neko - her sweet, pink kitten - thrown onto that same latex bed. She saw Elizabeth driving into him from behind with brutal passion, while Neko, with wide eyes and a trembling body, obediently licked her own cleft.
She saw how his sweet, small breasts and pink chest bounced rhythmically with every powerful thrust of Elizabeth's, the sound of his melodic, defenseless moans mingling with the friction of the latex.
At the mere sight of this in her imagination, the crotch of Lilith's white bodysuit began to darken slightly as her juices started to leak uncontrollably, reacting to the vision of their joint depravation of the kitten.
Elizabeth, observing her beloved's state, gave a crooked smile. She sighed lightly, though a predatory fire burned in her eyes as well.
Looks like it's time to prepare for a seventh wife... Elizabeth thought, feeling a prickle of irony but also mounting excitement. It's always more fun for me.
Elizabeth sidled up to Lilith like a little devil, placing her hands on her hips and whispering directly into her ear in a voice dripping with sin.
"Just imagine, darling... those high, feline moans of his as I fuck him so hard he loses his breath, while his face is completely buried in you..." Elizabeth began, stoking the fire in the Queen's heart. "Think of how he will arch, not knowing whether to beg for mercy or for more, as we both take the best of him."
Lilith flinched, and her breath became short and ragged.
"Imagine how his pink tail will whip frantically against the latex when he feels my member inside and your tongue on his skin at the same time..." Elizabeth continued her diabolical whisper. "He will be ours, Lilith. Completely and irrevocably corrupted by our shared love."
Lilith couldn't hold out any longer. Her resistance, if any had existed at all, evaporated completely under the influence of these visions. She turned abruptly to Elizabeth, her face glowing with excitement.
"Elizabeth... you are a genius!" she cried, cupping her wife's face. "Yes! We will do it! My kitten will endure everything we prepare for him!"
Without another word, Lilith locked onto Elizabeth's lips in a passionate, almost wild kiss that sealed their dark pact. Elizabeth responded with equal force, intertwining their bodies in an embrace that promised Neko a night he would never be able to forget.
As the passionate kiss slowly drew to a close, Elizabeth's hands began to wander over the white, shimmering material of Lilith's bodysuit. She found the zipper at the neck and, with a slow, almost reverent motion, pulled it down.
The sharp rasp of sliding metal sliced through the bedroom's silence.
Elizabeth began to carefully peel the latex from the Queen's body, inch by inch. The material resisted, making that distinctive, wet sound as it separated from the heated, damp skin. Lilith assisted her, slightly arching her chest and shoulders until the white casing slid off completely, revealing her divine curves, still coated in the sheen of their shared juices.
Lilith stretched lazily, feeling the relief of shedding the tight outfit. With a fluid wave of her hand, her body was instantly draped in her traditional, majestic robes.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth rolled up the white latex and, with a glint in her eye, tucked it into her magical ring.
"Darling..." Lilith whispered with a devious smile, winking at her wife. "Just don't go sniffing my juices on that suit at night, alright?"
Elizabeth snorted loudly, tossing one of the latex pillows toward Lilith. "You're more likely to be the one licking my seed off your royal sheets in his room," she bit back, though a shadow of a smile lingered on her face.
Lilith didn't answer; she only gave a wink and walked confidently toward the door.
When she opened it, Elene was revealed, kneeling on one knee in a perfect, motionless pose. The Queen was not surprised; she passed her without a word, only giving a slight nod of greeting before vanishing into the gloom of the corridor.
Elene remained motionless until Elizabeth's cold, commanding voice drifted from the depths of the room:
"You may enter."
The succubus rose and slowly crossed the threshold. The air in the chamber was heavy, saturated with the scent of sex, musk, and the powerful mana of both women.
Elizabeth sat on the bed, still in her black latex, her member still proudly protruding, glistening in the candlelight.
"Isn't it a bit rude, Elene?" Elizabeth smiled slightly, though her eyes remained cool. "Eavesdropping on your mistresses for hours while they indulge in pleasure?"
Elene immediately dropped to her knee, bowing her head. "I beg for forgiveness for my insubordination, Mistress. I should not have..."
"Stand up," Elizabeth waved a hand. "It's not your fault, after all, but that little kitten's. He started everything. I'm not angry with you."
"I was still responsible for your room," Elene replied, not rising. "Neko was under my orders, so I take full responsibility for what happened."
Elizabeth let out a pearly laugh and shook her head. "Girl, you really need to stop taking everything so deathly seriously. It will be the end of you one day."
The vampiress sighed, tucking her member back inside her latex suit. She rose from the bed and walked to a carved shelf, pulling out two crystal glasses. She set them on the table and looked at Elene.
"You can stand now. I'll punish you later; for now, we drink."
Elene straightened up, and that rare, sweet smile she reserved only for those closest to her suddenly appeared on her face.
"Someone seems a bit jealous..." she murmured, sitting across from Elizabeth.
The vampiress snorted as she poured the blood-red wine but didn't deny it. Elene took a glass and swirled the liquid.
"No wonder, Eli," Elene said softly. "You've always been like this. Truly, I'm still shocked that you accepted Lilith's request to have other wives besides you."
Elizabeth fixed her gaze on the glass. Her face turned serious for a moment, and sadness flickered in her eyes.
"Lilith is the Demon King," she said quietly. "If she had only one wife, it would be a disgrace to her status and power. Like it or not, I had to accept it for the good of the kingdom and herself."
Elene looked at her with a tenderness she would never show Neko or other subordinates. "See... even though you try to act cold and distant, inside you're still that delicate and empathetic Eli I met ages ago."
Elizabeth suddenly snapped her head up, her eyes blazing. "My name is Elizabeth!" she snarled, though without real anger.
Elene gave a devious smile, knowing she had hit a sore spot. "Oh... have you already forgotten what they used to call you in your home clan? Little Eli, who cried when..."
Elizabeth snorted again, but ultimately a genuine smile blossomed on her lips.
Memories of the old times spent with Elene, long before they became the pillars of Lilith's power, momentarily dissolved her irritation. For a moment, they weren't Matrons or the King's Wives - they were simply two old friends sharing a glass of wine in the gloom of the demonic castle.