Scarlet's apartment was an oasis of immaculate order and aristocratic refinement.
Unlike the ostentatious, sometimes chaotic chambers of other demons, every object here had its strictly defined place. Dark wood furniture shimmered with cleanliness, and heavy, scarlet curtains complemented the antique sculptures gracing the room's corners perfectly.
The two vampiresses sat opposite each other in deep armchairs. Elizabeth, despite her provocative latex attire, maintained impeccable manners. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, her elegant stilettos gleaming in the candlelight. In her hand, she held a crystal glass filled with thick, aromatic blood.
Elizabeth took a small sip, and her eyes immediately widened. Without a second thought, she took a massive draught, causing her irises to flare with intense brilliance.
"This is... exquisite," she choked out, licking her lips.
Scarlet, seeing her enthusiasm, covered her mouth with her hand and offered a faint smile. Scarlet officially held the title of one of the Great Matrons of Sin, but in the castle's circles, it was whispered that her power had long since outgrown the boundaries of that position.
In terms of pure combat and magical strength, she was in no way inferior to Lilith's wives, remaining one of the most terrifying beings in the entire Kingdom.
"Honestly, I've had a run of exceptional flavors lately," Elizabeth continued, swirling her glass.
"Hoo?" Scarlet arched a brow, her voice the personification of elegance. "Who else has been treating you to such delicacies?"
"Elene. Yesterday, she offered me the blood of high-born elves," Elizabeth replied, closing her eyes at the mere memory.
Scarlet smiled mysteriously, smoothing her red shirt. "As it happens, I still have a few bottles of elven blood in my cellar."
Elizabeth nearly bolted upright in her chair, her eyes blazing with desire. "How the hell do you always have so much perfect blood? How do you do it?"
"A secret," Scarlet replied curtly, her eyes narrowing playfully.
Elizabeth pouted in a mock sulk, acting like a little girl - a sight that looked quite comical given her predatory outfit. Scarlet, however, quickly turned serious.
"Now, tell me truly... why did you visit me?" she asked, her gaze turning piercing.
Elizabeth snorted, setting her glass aside. "Can't I just visit a friend of my own kind? There aren't that many vampires in this castle, after all."
Scarlet smiled sadly, not fooled for a second. "Elizabeth... if you didn't have business with me, you'd have spent the whole night railing Lilith. I know you too well."
"Ugh..." Elizabeth let out a sound of frustration, caught in her lie.
Suddenly, her ring flared with a violet light. A small, smooth stone - an image-recording artifact - appeared in Elizabeth's hand. She handed it to Scarlet, who clicked its center with mounting curiosity.
A holographic projection appeared in the air between them. It depicted a demon with an incredibly haughty posture, dressed in richly decorated robes, with an expression suggesting he considered the entire world his property.
Scarlet stared at the unfamiliar silhouette, frowning. "Who is this?" she asked quietly.
Elizabeth took a deep breath, her face turning as serious as it had ever been. "The person directly responsible for the fall of your house, Scarlet. The one who led the massacre of the House of the Bat."
A tomb-like silence suddenly filled the study, only to begin trembling a second later from rising energy. Scarlet's eyes flared blood-red, and her black curls rose, as if caught in an invisible wind. Long, sharp fangs slid from her gums, and the temperature in the room plummeted.
"What did you say?" Scarlet asked in a voice so cold that Elizabeth involuntarily felt a shiver of fear.
Elizabeth smiled sadly, looking at her friend who had transformed into the embodiment of vengeance in a fraction of a second. "You heard me. I found him."
"You aren't joking?" Scarlet gripped the armrests of her chair so hard the wood began to groan.
"In such matters... I never joke," Elizabeth replied quietly.
***
Several minutes passed, lasting an eternity for Neko.
Every muscle in his face trembled with effort as he tried to extend his tongue even a millimeter further, desperately fighting for contact with Lilith's heated skin. But her grip was relentless, and the distance - though it seemed negligible - was an insurmountable barrier.
Finally, physically exhausted and mentally broken, he ceased his struggle. He froze in place, staring submissively at her femininity, feeling the heat radiating from her and hearing his own sad, vibrating purr.
He could see clearly how her body react more strongly to his efforts; the moisture gathering on her skin began to glint in the twilight under the desk.
It actually excites her... the thought flashed through him, and that awareness made his own desire almost painful.
"Don't move," he suddenly heard her low, commanding voice.
Lilith slowly released his cheeks. Neko, though he regained freedom of head movement, didn't dare flinch. He felt as if he were still held by the invisible chains of her will.
A moment later, he felt her hands on his back. She touched him gently, almost tenderly, sliding her fingers along his spine, sending violent shivers through his body. But this touch had its price - every wave of pleasure made his member, trapped in the cage, strain against the metal bars with such force that Neko hissed in pain.
Lilith's hand slid lower, to his stomach, and with one swift, decisive motion, she rolled up his black cropped top. The material slid upward, freeing his small breasts, which were growing under the influence of the elixirs.
Neko felt the cool air on his bare skin and let out a quiet, feline moan of surprise.
"I see my pet is glad his kitten breasts are finally free," Lilith murmured, smiling maliciously.
"Meow..." Neko confirmed quietly, unable to hide his arousal.
Lilith leaned even lower, her shadow completely covering the huddled Neko. Her hands, previously almost soothing, suddenly clamped onto his breasts with a force that stole the boy's breath. He felt her fingers sink into his tissue, exploring every inch of his weakness.
"Look at yourself, Neko," she whispered, her voice ringing with pure, predatory satisfaction. "My little, pathetic animal. Even your body no longer listens to you; it simply... reacts to its owner. Every day, you more closely resemble what I ordered you to become."
"Meow... nngh-meow!" Neko choked out, his body trembling under her touch.
Lilith didn't stop. She began to aggressively knead his breasts, feeling the hard, pulsing nipples beneath her fingers.
"You craved my closeness so much that you became willing to accept any form, just to be noticed," she continued, every word like the strike of a whip. "You are just a small, defenseless toy in my hands. Someone I can dress, train, and punish as I see fit. Does that turn you on?"
Neko wanted to deny it, to scream that it wasn't true, but the only things that could leave his throat were further, increasingly submissive sounds. "M-meow... meow-meow..."
Then Lilith shifted her grip. Her long, black-lacquered nails, sharp as scalpels, dug deep into the very tips of his nipples. Neko tensed, his tail thumping violently against the chair leg.
"And now... we shall learn obedience through pain," she murmured, and without mercy, she squeezed his nipples and began to slowly twist them.
"MIAAAAAAAU!" A desperate, high-pitched shriek of pain filled the study.
Neko arched in a bow, his back hitting the underside of the desk. He felt as if white-hot iron had been pressed to his chest. The sharp nails nearly pierced his delicate skin, and the slow movement of Lilith's hands ensured the pain lasted and intensified with every passing second.
"Good kitten, how nicely you sing for your Mistress," she mocked, not loosening her grip. "That sound... it is all you deserve. Pain and humiliation. Do you feel just how much you are mine now?"
"Nggh... mia-miau! MIAUUU!" Neko sobbed feline-style, the first tears escaping his eyes and running down cheeks wet with his own saliva.
The pain was unbearable, but beneath its mask lurked something terrifying - a wave of perverse pleasure that flooded his mind under the influence of the [Masochist] and [Submissive] talents.
He felt completely dominated, stripped of the last of his dignity, and left at the mercy of a cruel goddess. Every turn of her fingers made his cock in the cage pulse with painful intensity; he felt himself drowning in a sea of sensations he could no longer control.
Finally, Lilith let go, leaving red, burning nail marks on his breasts.
The sight of the tears running down Neko's cheeks made Lilith's previously icy heart suddenly melt. For a moment, she stared at his trembling form with fascination.
His face looks so wonderful right now... she thought, feeling a rush of strange, predatory tenderness. It wasn't pity, however, but the pride of an owner seeing her most precious treasure submit to her will.
Without a word, Lilith grabbed Neko under the arms and, in one fluid motion, pulled him out from under the desk, sitting him on her lap. Neko was too shocked to protest.
Before he could wipe his tears, the Queen pulled him tightly to her chest, burying his face in the soft material of her unbuttoned shirt.
"Shh... it's alright now, little one," she whispered in a sweet, soothing voice that bore no resemblance to her recent coldness.
She began to stroke his head, running her fingers through the pink strands and gently massaging the base of his cat ears. Her hands, which had dealt pain moments ago, now moved with incredible delicacy, pampering him with every touch.
"Did it hurt a lot?" she asked, lifting his chin to look into his teary eyes.
Neko, still dazed by this sudden change, slowly nodded. He felt completely lost - just seconds ago she was his tormentor, and now she was treating him like the most precious treasure.
"It's alright now..." Lilith smiled radiantly, though a spark of cunning still flickered in her eyes. "We both know you actually liked it, after all."
Neko immediately bristled. His ears twitched in protest, and he let out a series of indignant meows. "Meow! Mia-miau miau!"
Lilith didn't say a word. Instead, with a meaningful smile, she pointed a finger at his crotch, where the black fabric of his panties was straining under the influence of his hardening member imprisoned in the cage.
Neko felt the blood rush to his face with such force he almost felt dizzy. He looked away, letting out a short, biting grunt.
"You can't fool me, Kitty," Lilith laughed pearly, seeing his reaction. "We know well that your body can't lie as well as you can."
The truth was painful for Neko. Despite the humiliation, the pain in his nipples, and the frosty aura that had terrified him earlier, deep down he felt a perverse satisfaction.
This whole situation - being the center of Lilith's attention, being her property over which she held absolute power - fed his deepest needs, ones he didn't want to admit to her, or more importantly, to himself.
Lilith suddenly grabbed him firmly under the arms and lifted him high up, so his face was above her head. She looked straight into his eyes with an expression of joyful triumph.
"Since you were such a good and obedient kitten... and since you endured my 'lesson' so bravely..." she trailed off, her smile becoming a promise of something more. "I suppose it's time for the reward you've worked so hard for."
Hearing this, Neko's eyes lit up with an unnatural brilliance. All the fear and pain vanished instantly, replaced by pure, primal anticipation. His tail began to wag frantically behind his back, and he held his breath, waiting for what was about to happen.