Another wave of hot juices struck Neko's face, flooding his eyes and matting his pink locks of hair, but he did not pause his work for even a moment.
Lilith had just reached her fifteenth climax in the last two hours since she had ordered him to lick her continuously, regardless of what was happening to her body. Neko felt a gargantuan gratitude for the "treat" he had received earlier; though his legs and spine were numbing from hours of kneeling, his tongue and jaw continued to work with superhuman efficiency.
He shuddered to think what state his muscles would be in without that magical regeneration.
He peeked past Lilith's crotch at her face with terror, wondering just how many times a person could even experience an orgasm. His entire face was now sticky with a mixture of her nectar and the thick, silvery seed of Elizabeth, which he consumed with almost mechanical devotion.
It amazed him that, despite such intense sensations, Lilith was able to return almost immediately to filling out documents, taking only a few seconds' break for each culmination. He remembered how he himself had reacted to her touch while learning the alphabet - a single brush was enough for him to lose contact with reality.
He now looked at his Mistress with a new kind of respect and dread.
Questions of a biological nature swirled in his head. How is it even possible for one vampire to produce so much seed? What is wrong with this Elizabeth?! he thought, frustrated, as he felt another portion of the substance appear in a spot he had just thoroughly licked clean. And where does Lilith store it all? Do succubus have some different genetics, some extra organ for storing seed?
These contemplations on demon anatomy were violently interrupted by the sound of the doors bursting wide open.
Neko trembled with terror. His first instinct was to retreat deep into the shadows under the desk and hide his smeared face, but Lilith's hand instantly shot down, gripping the back of his head brutally.
"Don't stop licking," Lilith commanded in a voice so cold and certain that Neko froze. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie. Everyone in this castle knows you're my little slut anyway."
After these words, the Queen proudly lifted her head to look at the guest who had just barged into the study. Neko felt a searing shame. The awareness that someone was about to see him in such a humiliating and intimate situation made him want to vanish, but Lilith's grip on his hair was relentless.
He did not dare resist. With a heart pounding like mad, he obediently slid out his tongue and continued to gather the seed from within Lilith, while the footsteps of the newcomer echoed through the room.
Lilith did not look up from the document she was signing, though her hand on Neko's head tightened slightly.
"How was the meeting with Scarlet?" she tossed out with clear irony, her voice cutting the air like a razor. "I hope the blood was sweet enough to make it worth making your wife wait all morning."
Elizabeth stood in the doorway, ready to throw back some sharp retort about how she should be the jealous one and not Lilith, but she suddenly froze. Her vampire senses immediately registered the subtle shift in Lilith's aura, and her gaze rested on her hands.
Black nails.
Everyone in the castle knew that when the color of Lilith's nails changed to that specific, matte shade of black, it meant one thing: the Queen was in a foul mood.
In a single second, Elizabeth's irritation evaporated, replaced by pure, almost maternal concern. Disregarding the fact that Lilith was still in the middle of work, she moved toward her with a quick, decisive stride. Lilith, sensing her wife's shift in mood, sighed and with a violent motion pulled Neko's head away from her crotch.
"Down. Sit obediently on the pillow and don't you dare make a peep," she ordered Neko curtly.
The boy, smeared with juices and seed, barely had time to register what was happening, but he felt a gargantuan relief when he could finally change his position. He quickly retreated into the alcove under the desk and sat his rear on the luxury pillow.
Elizabeth paid him no mind at all. She approached the desk, and Lilith moved back slightly in her chair to make room. The vampiress nimbly sat on her wife's thighs, wrapping her arms around her neck.
"I'm sorry, Lili..." Elizabeth whispered, her voice becoming soft and deep, completely devoid of its previous arrogance. "My poor, overworked Queen. Look at you, you're all tense."
She took Lilith's face in her hands and gently pressed it to her chest, beneath the unzipped latex top of her outfit. She began to place tender kisses on the crown of her head, stroking her hair with extraordinary gentleness.
"Put the papers down, darling. The world won't collapse if the Kingdom waits another hour," Elizabeth continued, swaying Lilith lightly in her arms. "I didn't go to Scarlet to hurt you. I had to... I had to settle something that concerned us both."
Lilith, initially stiff and resistant, slowly began to soften in her embrace. She let the pen drop from her hand, and her body, previously as taut as a bowstring, slumped against Elizabeth.
"You have black nails today, sunshine..." Elizabeth murmured, kissing her forehead. "Who upset you so much? Did the Demon Queen of Jealousy get riled up again? Or perhaps this little kitten under the desk isn't performing as well as he should?"
Lilith muttered something unintelligibly, nesting deeper into Elizabeth's warmth. "Just... everything at once. Documents, the rebellions in the south, you running around the castle instead of being by my side..." her voice lost its icy edge, becoming strangely fragile.
"I'm here now. Only yours," Elizabeth whispered, scratching her gently behind the ear, knowing Lilith loved it. "Forget the office and the duties. Now it's just us. Do you want me to call for your favorite tea? Or would you prefer I just hold you until that black color vanishes from your hands?"
Lilith lifted her head, looking at Elizabeth with a mixture of love and still-simmering irritation. "You are impossible. Do you think a few kisses and a hug will make me forget everything?"
Elizabeth smiled maliciously, yet incredibly tenderly, stroking Lilith's lip with her thumb. "No, but they will give you the strength to be that terrifying Queen everyone fears again tomorrow. Now... close your eyes and feel how much I love you, you little firebrand."
Neko sat motionless under the desk, listening to this intimate exchange. He was shocked. This same woman who had been twisting his nipples and making him drink seed just moments ago was now purring with contentment like a common cat in her wife's arms.
Lilith let out a shaky breath and slowly pulled her face away from Elizabeth's chest. For a moment, she stared into her wife's eyes, then suddenly, with a possessive motion, she grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a passionate, almost painful kiss.
There was a hint of aggression in the gesture - Lilith's way of venting the last of the morning's accumulated stress. Elizabeth did not resist; with full devotion and submission, she reciprocated the gesture, allowing Lilith to dominate and lead their dance of lips.
When Lilith finally broke the kiss, a shadow of a smile played on her face. "Thank you, darling. I really needed that," she whispered, stroking Elizabeth's cheek.
"Anything for my only Queen," Elizabeth replied, cuddling up to her with a tenderness reserved only for these few moments alone.
Lilith straightened up, her gaze turning serious as they returned to the topics that had been haunting their thoughts. "Tell me..." she began quietly. "Did you finally manage to find him?"
Elizabeth gave a heavy nod, a murderous instinct flashing in her ruby eyes. "Yes. Before I return to my regular duties, I'm going with Scarlet to Vesperia. That's where he's hiding."
Lilith frowned, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Do you need my help? I can send an elite squad with you, or I could personally…"
"No," Elizabeth interrupted, shaking her head. "This is a private vampire matter. We must deal with this demon ourselves, blood for blood."
She smiled sadly, thinking of her companion. "You know Scarlet. She is too proud and independent to let anyone interfere in her blood-feud."
Lilith laughed dryly, nodding. "That's true. Scarlet, despite her power, would never accept being 'one of many.' Her ambition and pride are legendary traits of your species." She looked at her wife with amusement. "You know, she reminds me of you when you were younger."
At those words, Elizabeth suddenly lost her confidence. Her cheeks burned slightly, and she became unnaturally shy. Lilith didn't stop teasing her, reminding her how Elizabeth used to run after her, swearing she would be her only one and would never allow her to have other wives.
The vampiress felt she was about to sink into the floor with shame, hearing about her former, pathological jealousy. Desperate to change the subject, Elizabeth looked away and noticed movement under the desk.
Neko, still smeared with juices and remnants of seed, was trying to wipe his face with the back of his hand, looking incredibly piteous and enticing at the same time. A predatory glint appeared in Elizabeth's eyes, and her voice regained its sweet, provocative note.
"You know, Lili... since the three of us are already here and the situation is so... favorable," she murmured, glancing at Neko, who froze upon seeing he had been noticed. "What do you say to letting this sweet kitten play with me for a moment? Since you've already prepared him so nicely..."
Neko felt his heart leap into his throat. The realization that Elizabeth, armed with her latex and vampire sadism, was now intending to take over the reins, made his cat ears flatten completely.